Lyric Helium
Pray for my poor melancholy soul,
I ve cried so many tears inside -
my head s a goldfish bowl.
A mood so depp - so far above you all,
With no one there to catch me if I fall.
This is your man in the street reporting,
and so far all we ve got is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high -
he s had enough of an irregular lot.
And in World exclusive live tonight,
brought to you via satellite -
the last sane man heard frankly speaking
but the ups and downs of leaping.
He says...
Chorus:
I m lighter than air - I haven t a care,
Still gravity pulls me under.
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder).
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals -
Monkey puzzle my fist won t fit inside.
Ever day nothing new - black and white dÊja-vu,
Makes me feel I wann spread my wings and glide.
Should I look - should I leap from this unfairy story?
My life and my filofax flashing before me.
Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement,
The last thing to go through my mind is the pavement!
(Falling out of love with life).
Here s the latest newsflash update
on the Wall Street situation,
seems he wants to have his song played live upon our T.V. station.
It s a lyric he just wrote -
the bleatings of a social scapegoat,
Thirty years under the weather - at the end of a short tether.
It goes...
Chorus:
I m lighter than air - I haven t a care,
Still gravity pulls me under.
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder).
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals -
Monkey puzzle my fist won t fit inside.
Ever day nothing new - black and white dÊja-vu,
Makes me feel I wann spread my wings and glide.
I ve cried so many tears inside -
my head s a goldfish bowl.
A mood so depp - so far above you all,
With no one there to catch me if I fall.
This is your man in the street reporting,
and so far all we ve got is that a regular guy is on a ledge up high -
he s had enough of an irregular lot.
And in World exclusive live tonight,
brought to you via satellite -
the last sane man heard frankly speaking
but the ups and downs of leaping.
He says...
Chorus:
I m lighter than air - I haven t a care,
Still gravity pulls me under.
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder).
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals -
Monkey puzzle my fist won t fit inside.
Ever day nothing new - black and white dÊja-vu,
Makes me feel I wann spread my wings and glide.
Should I look - should I leap from this unfairy story?
My life and my filofax flashing before me.
Fly like a rock from the roof to the basement,
The last thing to go through my mind is the pavement!
(Falling out of love with life).
Here s the latest newsflash update
on the Wall Street situation,
seems he wants to have his song played live upon our T.V. station.
It s a lyric he just wrote -
the bleatings of a social scapegoat,
Thirty years under the weather - at the end of a short tether.
It goes...
Chorus:
I m lighter than air - I haven t a care,
Still gravity pulls me under.
Credibility gaps - gullability fills -
They were bringing me down (no wonder).
Square pegs, round holes, last dregs, own goals -
Monkey puzzle my fist won t fit inside.
Ever day nothing new - black and white dÊja-vu,
Makes me feel I wann spread my wings and glide.
